The Things That We Don't Talk About

(альбом: Here's To The Fatigue - 2018)

I felt the thought compose
Shot down to mull it over alone
All the things we don't talk about
They play upon my mind

I heard your mantra
I sung your hymn
Spawned in accordance to my programming

We're shooting through the infinite
Trying to forget, to forget, to forget
Tiptoeing on a tightrope
Caught between realities
And what we're choosing to see
In the end will we awake and will we say

"Oh what a wild ride
Heart, lungs and brain confined inside
Such a small and soft shell
I felt fear
I felt the pull of time"

I heard your mantra (I heard your mantra)
I sung your hymn (I sung your hymn)
Spawned in accordance to my programming
Are we a fragment of one collected thing?
Do we self destruct every time just to start again?

We're shooting through the infinite
Trying to forget, to forget, to forget
Tiptoeing on a tightrope
Caught between realities
And what we're choosing to see
All the things that we don't talk about

We're shooting through the infinite
Trying to forget, to forget, to forget
We're shooting through the infinite
Trying to forget, to forget, to forget
We're shooting through the infinite
Trying to forget, to forget, to forget
We're shooting through the infinite
Trying to forget, to forget
All the things that we don't talk about